Since light broke over the Minstrel's Guild just west of the market Sylince had been seen sitting atop the crumbling roof where the harlequin live. As day turned to overcast and snow turned to wind and minutes turned to hours, the present to the past; Sylince sat with only the motion needed to breathe and to be calm against the brisk and inviting cold. The harlequin could be plainly seen from the streets and with a quick refocusing could be seen from the market place. Some had brought binoculars just to see if it was a statue. In a style befitting the characters of the manga magazine currently collecting footprints on the stone walkway, Sylince was posed and beautifully outlined against the colors of the day. The harlequin would not have horror, would not have hate and destruction on this, the day before the quietest and most glad day of the year. Regardless the reason, the myth or the celebration, come the twenty fifth of December, year in and out, people across the worlds known found solace in the warmth of gathering and food and looking back on the year. There had been the ringing of bells and giggling bubbling down throughout the day, the harlequin had found a book and been spotted reading it with very keen binoculars; Dr. Suess's "How The Grinch Stole Christmas". When Sylince was not still, Sylince was reading the story again and delighting in the gentle, unburdened happiness of the Who's and the turn around of the green Grinch. It had been heard, before the harlequin had dipped from the roof back to the broken home, almost resounding despite its gentility, two things: "Fortasse, inquit Laetitia diei festi ex ipsis muneribus non proficiscitur..." "Fortasse, inquit Sylince, Laetitia diei festi non est res empticia, non est res quaestuosa!" - Latin was a beautifully simple language..

"Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas, come this way! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day!

Welcome, welcome! Fah who rahmus! Welcome, welcome! Dah who dahmus Christmas Day is in our grasp! So long as we have hands to clasp!" ....and even when Sylince was gone, the tune was on the air. Bells rang